Spring Pastoral Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Spring Pastoral

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Liza, go steep your long white hands
In the cool waters of that spring
Which bubbles up through shiny sands
The colour of a wild-dove's wing.

Dabble your hands, and steep them well
Until those nails are pearly white
Now rosier than a laurel bell;
Then come to me at candlelight.

Lay your cold hands across my brows,
And I shall sleep, and I shall dream
Of silver-pointed willow boughs
Dipping their fingers in a stream.

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Elinor Morton Wylie

Elinor Morton Wylie

Somerville, New Jersey
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